Oh, for the love of Pets!

This morning, sitting peacefully at my computer, sipping my morning’s dose of caffeine, this most horrific of smells wanders into the office area.  “Oh no”  I think to myself, River is taking a dump again and it is one heck of a strong one.  His litter box sits relatively close to the office door, but when cleaned regularly, it is not a problem – except when the nasty, smelly, deeds are done.

This morning, the smell was just a bit more unique, more pungent.  I rose from my chair to see his had a little accident on the rug surrounding it and find a stray bit of the looser variety.  He is trying to be the good pet by scratching the run to cover it up.  I run off and get the heavy duty cleaner and a wad of paper towels and clean it up, telling him, “It’s okay.”

I then notice he is sitting in my office taking care of hygiene.  “Good kitty” I think, nothing worse that spots and trails throughout the house.  I look down and notice a shoe-leather diameter strand of errant poop hanging from his butt.  I am thinking, “Poor cat, must have eaten something that didn’t agree with him.”

I gingerly pick him up and rush to the paper towel dispenser to help him.  When, what to my wondering eyes does appear, but a poop covered, 6″ length of brown (duh) ‘something’ get extracted from his butt.  It is obvious to me now that the cat ate a piece of something about 6″ or longer.  I would like to thank my good fortune, that this length foreign string, yarn, leather piece passed with out veterinary assistance.

Gross, yes.  But as a mother you learn to do some of the most unimaginable things.  On this note, I will add this is a first and it was never on a bucket list of to do things.

River is fine, but will be watched that much closer.  “Hey, where did my mouse go….?”

Remember, you got the poop scoop here first.


Sad Day

Today is a day of reflection, not a funny fodder day.  Yesterday a friend lost his 94 year old mother.  She was a hot ticket and had boyfriends right up until the last one kicked the bucket.  She was a fighter and a feisty one, may she rest in peace.

A couple days ago, a friend in Oz land lost her cat.  Today my niece called hysterical right after her cat mysteriously died.  We hadn’t even been on speaking terms, (me and my niece, the cat and I were fine), but family is family so when she called I dropped everything I was doing and went over to be there for her.  The cat was a hefty 11 or 12 year old cat and there was nothing apparent or really wrong with him.  I am just glad it went quick.  Dying sucks.  Cancer sucks, losing a friend, a relative or a wallet – it all sucks. 

On this sad note, I will head off to bed to la-la land and dream of happy places with blue skies, nice jazz music, angels, wine, chocolate and pleasant temperatures.  I pray for all the sick people in the world.  RIP I and F. 

Hunkered-Down Hibernation

You must say the title like a Billy-Bob or a Bubba would.  “Hunn-ker-daown Hy-bear-na-shun.” Repeat, “Hunn-ker-daown Hy-bear-na-shun.”  Yup, that’s what I have been doing for about 36 hours.  If you have been watching the TV, most of the US is sick with the flu.  “Almost an epidemic” according to some stations.  What?  Sick is sick and a cold is a cold.  The reported cases in the hospitals, in my opinion or IMHO are probably from the thousands of people out of work or without healthcare that turn to the emergency rooms for treatment.  I am sick but the last place I would go to is the hospital unless it felt like I was dying, heck you get more germs at most hospitals!  Just me, but I would prefer to hunker-down, crawl under the covers with a good book or a stack of movies and watch TV all day.

It started about 8 days ago for me.  My 3rd go around with a cold.  I never get sick, well I never did like this.  I really don’t think the last cold went away completely.  I also am not around tons of people like I use to be and I feel like I have not built up the immune system I once had, so I am getting sicker.  I know, that sounds like reverse logic, but doctors say that kids that don’t grow up with pets tend to be more prone to allergies, etc.  That’s my logic and I am sticking to it.

I started my hunkering on Friday night.  Box of tissue, bottles of water and a bag and a-half of candy kisses, some cough syrup (for night and day), the couch and TV.   My cat was with me, choosing his various places to sleep in the next 36 hours.  Friday night was the worst and I almost thought I would have to call out for a home delivery of tissue.  My nose was raw when I finally went to bed.

Saturday I slept in until about 2 PM.  I had woken earlier but felt like crap and said the best thing I could do was sleep, so I did.  Finally at 3 I got up and went to the couch to watch movies until I went to be later that night.  Sunday wasn’t much different, but my nose finally stopped creating the gross stuff and I didn’t have the great need for the tissue I once did.

I spent Sunday on the couch with those darn kisses.  It eventually became a game.  I would eat a candy kiss and then the metal wrapper would be balled up and tossed out onto the rug for the cat to play with.

I can now report approximately 26 metal shaped balls scattered around the floor and house, a bloated belly but a much better cold.  So if you get sick, hunker down, get a cat and some kisses to pass the time.

Winter Blues

It’s been a week since my last post and I would like you all to think it is because I had such a rocking New Years, but alas, I cannot tell you that was the case.  I have been sick, another damn cold.  Me the healthy ox I was once is now down with another cold.  I must not be eating all my vegetables or Wheaties.  Truth is I never ate Wheaties, yuck.  I am a sugar coated kind of gal.

It’s now January 7th.  I totally blew it with the #twitterartexhibit in LA.  I didn’t get my art piece submitted by the 4th.  Perhaps I will post it here to see how it ranks.

Took my little kitty River to the doctor to check out the removal of his powder puffs.  Yup, River is going to get defluffed.  Poor guy.  I know any guy reading this is sitting there wincing at the thought of the removal or de-fluffing as I call it.  I truly hope he doesn’t change much, he is one heck of a funny cat.  Vivacious, precocious and all the other xxxcious words too!  But, little male kitties if not de-fluffed reach an age to mark their territory.  As an indoor pet, I don’t need anyone to mark anything!  Thank goodness none of my 3 ex-husbands were like that!  They would have been out the door quicker than they were.

Weather is changing a bit and we have a bit of warm weather coming in.  So much for snow shoeing in the next few days.  I guess I could always clean.  Isn’t that what rainy days and bad weather days are for?  That or movies or sex.  I remember when those were great sex days.  However, on that note, let it be known, River is not my type.  Happy January 7th.   “Live, Love, Laugh!”